Unlike the alchemy seminar, Spike thought he actually had a fair chance of understanding this one. Not an amazing chance, seeing as the title included the word magical, but a fair one. And he'd found this year that he actually quite liked sketching and drawing, what with Muggle Studies homework, and drawing the dragon egg in Care of Magical Creatures. Colouring had always been Indy's domain - she was the more creative one - and yet it turned out that Spike wasn't all that bad at it, when he put his mind to it.

"Good day, Sir," he greeted the instructor, as he ventured into the classroom. He was dressed in his casual khaki shorts and a blue hoody, both slightly dusty from a previous trip to the greenhouses. Art was meant to be about being comfortable, right? He headed to a middle-ish table (so as to not to look too keen), and sat down, staring at the cauldron and dishes. Didn't painting just involve paints? Well...that was unexpected, for starters. He looked up at the board, to see if it gave any clues. He squinted at the writing, trying to identify what it said. Hopefully nothing important, as it was worse than Spike's own handwriting and he could barely make out the words. Something about messy and docking points. Well, Spike certainly didn't mind getting messy...and the other houses were welcome to lose points if they wished. As long as the Claws didn't, Prefect Spike would be happy.